The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

ten days later.

Captain...Mengzi...Old Xu...Big head!

"Roar!..." Zhao Ziyang let out a roar, and opened his eyes with all his strength.

His forehead was covered with sweat, and the scene of Lop Nur flashed clearly in his mind again: the top-secret mission, the tragic death of his comrades...

"Hoo hoo..." Zhao Ziyang panted heavily, trying to stabilize his emotions, only then did he realize that he was firmly bound on the bed.

Is the room still the one I woke up last time, filled with white and cold equipment, a ward?laboratory?

"Are you awake? How do you feel?" A blond-haired spirit fox walked over and looked at the awakened Zhao Ziyang with a smile.

Zhao Ziyang didn't speak, and stared at Linghu with cold eyes.

The two stared at each other for a long time, Zhao Ziyang moved his body lightly, reminding Linghu with body movements.

"Oh, sorry, I'll untie you." Linghu stuck out his little tongue mischievously, and said to Zhao Ziyang while untying him: "Little white mouse, oh no, you can't smash my laboratory anymore, These instruments are all made by me, and I can’t buy them with money.”

Zhao Ziyang, whose body was free, jumped off the hospital bed, stretched his arms gently to adapt, and used the movements to cover up his thoughts at this time.He didn't know who these people he saw were, but he knew how scary the woman in front of him was.The vigilance in my heart became more and more serious, and I breathed carefully, lest I smell something strange from this woman again.

But Linghu didn't seem to care about Zhao Ziyang's movements and expressions. She looked at Zhao Ziyang with a smile on her face, as if she was full of interest in him.

"What's your name?" Linghu asked Zhao Ziyang.

"My name is..." Zhao Ziyang, who was vigilant in his heart, paused for a moment, then stared into the opponent's eyes and said in a deep voice, "Special soldiers!"

"Special soldier?" Linghu curled her lips and said to Zhao Ziyang in a cute manner: "My name is Linghu. I'm not good at fighting. I'm a double doctorate in chemistry and geology from Oxford University. By the way, I'm going to be a military doctor."

Zhao Ziyang nodded, and carefully looked at the surrounding environment. He knew that his life was not in danger for the time being. If the other party wanted to kill him, he would definitely not try to wake him up.

"You saved me?" Zhao Ziyang asked, looking at Linghu's beautiful cheek.

"That's right, we saved you." Linghu said to him with a smile, "We happened to be going to snipe our old opponent, and then we rescued you."

A trace of imperceptible doubt flashed in Zhao Ziyang's eyes, thinking about what would be behind this incident, he didn't believe there would be such a coincidence.

"Who ambushed us?" Zhao Ziyang then asked Linghu.

Linghu casually threw him an armband.

Zhao Ziyang, who received the armband, recognized at a glance that the symbol on it was the symbol he saw the enemy: a rhombus inlaid with an inverted V.

Zhao Ziyang, who pinched the armband and looked at it for a while, saw the eagle head logo on Linghu again, and then nodded, the hostility in his heart dissipated a little.But the dissipation of the hostility did not make his vigilance lower, on the contrary it became bigger. He didn't think that such a mercenary would kindly save him, and he must have his own purpose.

"Hey." Linghu showed a cute smile, pointed in one direction and said to Zhao Ziyang: "You can take a good bath and change clothes there, and then have a delicious meal of caviar and small Bread, and then I will take you to meet our regiment leader."

"En." Zhao Ziyang interrupted his thoughts, and strode towards Linghu's finger.

Looking at Zhao Ziyang who went in to take a bath, Linghu pursed his lips and muttered bitterly: "Am I not good-looking? Hmph, I actually looked at him with cold eyes! Orientals are really strange, don't they like charming blondes?" girl?"

Zhao Ziyang who went in to take a bath let the hot water wash over his body, stared at himself in the mirror, tried to smile, and said to himself: Zhao Ziyang, no matter what, you have to live, you must live!There is only hope in life, the hope of revenge.

After taking a bath, Zhao Ziyang put on a camouflage uniform, followed Linghu and walked out to a spacious hall.

This hall is very spacious, about a thousand square meters by visual inspection, with several large chandeliers hanging nearly 20 meters above the ground, and the surrounding European-style decorated walls exude a soft light.In addition, there are floor lamps under the floor, which illuminate the hall brilliantly.

In the center is a pond with a rockery, which looks like the lobby of a luxury hotel.It's just that no one went fishing in the hotel's pond, and there was a big man dressed in cowboy squatting on the edge of the pond fishing with a fishing rod.

Looking up and looking around, Zhao Ziyang saw that several people in the hall were busy with their own activities, and there was no movement because of his appearance.

"Did you see that woman?" Linghu introduced to Zhao Ziyang, pointing to a man in a combat uniform who was fiddling with a gun in his hand: "Pandora, the killing machine that came out of the American Women's Special Forces, was once the product of the American Remington Corporation. Chief firearms consultant, director of Northrop Grumman's cutting-edge laboratory, but now our firearms modifier."

Zhao Ziyang's gaze was attracted, he walked towards Pandora, quietly watching the other party pack a gun barrel in his hand.

"7.62X54R carbon-16 titanium steel pulse barrel, the pursuit of its excellent lethality to the greatest extent, pure manual single-point hook-cut barrel to increase accuracy. Then use tungsten carbide tipless bullet-shaped cone to squeeze the barrel, The inner diameter is slightly increased, the metal density on the surface of the inner wall of the bore is increased, and the hardness is increased, which doubles the life of the barrel. The rifling line is set at 1:7 twist distance and 5.72 twist degree to stabilize the bullet to the greatest extent, but the rate of fire will vary. Lower it. But it doesn’t matter, the rate of fire can be increased by modifying the needle and trigger.” Pandora squinted her eyes and took a closer look at the rifling of the barrel in her hand, and then quickly assembled an M-4A1.

"Give it to you." Pandora raised her head, gave Zhao Ziyang a sunny look, and threw the modified rifle to Zhao Ziyang.

Zhao Ziyang reached out to take the rifle, and his eyes fell on Pandora's neck. He saw a hideous red line on the other side's throat, which was caused by cutting the throat with a saber.

"Does it look good?" Pandora smiled brightly at Zhao Ziyang again, stretched out her hand to touch the wound on her neck and said, "I think this is my most beautiful decoration."

Suddenly, a chill rose from the soles of Zhao Ziyang's feet, and he felt that this Pandora was not the sunny surface at all, but a woman full of coldness in her heart.Although the other party's eyes were smiling, deep in the smile was the loneliness that could not be dispelled.

"Thank you." Zhao Ziyang raised the gun in his hand, showed a friendly smile to Pandora, and said to her sincerely: "I think you should stand under the sun, this place is not suitable for you."

"Thank you." Pandora smiled at Zhao Ziyang, got up and walked out of the hall.

Looking at Pandora's back, Zhao Ziyang asked Linghu: "What is she going to do? To bask in the sun?"

"No." With complicated expressions in Linghu's eyes, he whispered to Zhao Ziyang, "You provoked her, and she is going to kill someone."

Zhao Ziyang was stunned, but before he could figure it out, he was dragged by Linghu and continued to move forward.

"Chinese?" The burly man dressed in cowboy squatting in the pond squatting and fishing squinted his eyes, and hummed disdainfully.

Zhao Ziyang ignored the other party's disdain, he saw the American flag tattoo on the other party's arm.

This is an American, and a patriotic American at that, just unfriendly.

"This is Swart, a former member of the Los Angeles Anti-Terrorist Secret Service. Before coming here, he was on vacation in the U.S. federal prison." Linghu said to Zhao Ziyang, pulling him forward, reminding him: "Actually, Swart is a Yankee. Not bad, but I always like to spy on people's thoughts and publish them to the world, which is a bit naughty."

Watching Linghu pulling Zhao Ziyang away from him as if avoiding the plague, Swart moved his disdainful eyes away from Zhao Ziyang, and hummed: "Chinese? What kind of ghosts and snakes can come in? .”

A girl with fiery red hair, she did not show Swart's disdainful gaze, but looked at Zhao Ziyang with great interest.

"Handsome, I'm so glad to see you. I think we can have a candlelight dinner together, and then sit on the roof and count the stars and chat. What do you think of this idea?" The girl played with a knife as thin as a cicada's wing , the knife turned flexibly between her fingers, sending out bursts of coldness.

"Mandala, this is mine!" Linghu glared at the red-haired girl, warning her.

"Linghu, why are you so excited? Don't worry, I won't touch your baby." Mandala smiled at Linghu, flipped his wrist, held the knife between two slender fingers and said to Zhao Ziyang: "Handsome, I'm waiting for you."

Zhao Ziyang stared at the knife in the opponent's hand, his heart shuddered.If he was not mistaken, the knife in the opponent's hand should be made according to the ancient punishment of Ling Chi. The blade is three inches long and the blade is as thin as a cicada's wing.

"Dala, her hobby is..."

"Punishment." Zhao Ziyang said, looking at Mandala with eyes full of vigilance.

A woman playing Lingchi is not only crazy, but also perverted.

"Do it!" In a far corner, Omo stood up and stretched out his right middle finger to Zhao Ziyang, making a very insulting gesture.

"Hmph!" Zhao Ziyang snorted coldly, and looked away.

Insults to oneself always have to be paid back, but not now.

"How is your body recovering?" A middle-aged European man came over and asked Zhao Ziyang with a smile on his face.

Zhao Ziyang nodded, and his eyes fell on the half of the European man's cheek that had experienced many vicissitudes: his right cheek was full of bumps and dents, which were left by the shotgun.

"This is the head of the regiment, Black Eagle." Linghu introduced to Zhao Ziyang, then pointed to Zhao Ziyang and said to Black Eagle: "Special Forces."

"Hello." Hei Ying stretched out his right hand to Zhao Ziyang friendly.

"Hello." Zhao Ziyang held Hei Ying's hand, feeling the calluses in his palm.

Obviously, this is the result of holding a gun regularly, and it has been holding a gun for decades.

"You talk, I have something else to do, hehe..." Linghu smiled at the two of them, turned and walked towards his laboratory.

"What would you like to drink?" Black Eagle invited Zhao Ziyang, pointing to the drinks on the table in front of him.

"Thank you, no need." Zhao Ziyang refused.

"Hahaha, it's not a good sign for a man not to drink. But you speak English very well, very American."

"A compulsory subject for the army." Zhao Ziyang said simply, and walked to the table with Black Eagle and sat down.

He waited for the other party to talk about the topic. In this case, he should not be too anxious. The more anxious he was, the easier it was for his thoughts to be controlled by the other party.None of these people are kind, they are all blood-licking guys.